Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2011 16:36:54 -0400
From: Jase Jason
Subject: Christian's Induction III - Part Twenty Three
CHRISTIAN'S INDUCTION III
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Part Twenty Three.
Although it was a pleasant surprise to get an unexpected blow-job from
Joey's friend, Claude, down at the Arcade, Andy was still feeling kind of
down when he got home. He had formulated what he thought was a great
solution to the problem of the chores which were going to descend upon them
when his mother started her new job, and Pauly's reaction had been
completely unexpected. He couldn't understand what his problem was when he
had been asked merely to supervise Chris during the week when he himself
was tied up after school. Jesus, didn't Pauly realise what a boon it would
be to be relieved of doing all those boring chores and, with Chris
available on the premises, there were bound to be opportunities for side
benefits. All in all it was very frustrating. Well, he decided that he
wasn't going to allow Pauly to completely fuck up his plans and resolved to
have a chat with Mark after swim practice the next day. Mark was such a
cool operator; he was sure that he might be able to suggest some course of
action to him.
Andy had made the swim team and he and Mark had since become quite
friendly. Mark recognized a kindred spirit in Andy despite the fact that he
was younger. So, unless he had some other plans, he invariably offered Andy
a ride home. They sauntered over to Mark's car after practice and Mark
asked him how his plans to nail Chris were proceeding.
"Funny that you should ask Mark. Things have got a little out of control
and I had intended to ask your advice about it. Do you have a few minutes
to discuss it?"
"Sure dude." replied Mark. "You feel like joining me at my place for a beer
or somethin? You can tell your Uncle Mark all about it."
When Mark ushered Andy into his semi-basement, side-entrance, apartment
below the main house, the younger boy's jaw dropped. Not for the first time
in his life, he felt deprived. Compared to his own living arrangements, it
was fucking huge, equipped with everything a teen boy's heart could
desire. He had previously shown Mark his own place and now suddenly he felt
a little ashamed of it. Some dudes are so fucking lucky, he thought.
Mark invited him to take a seat and went to the bar fridge to get
beers. "So, dude, let's hear it. What's this major problem you have?"
Andy proceeded to tell Mark that the plan he had formulated to have Chris
go directly to his house after school each day had badly misfired when
Pauly, aided and abetted by his indoctrinated younger bro George, had
refused to have anything to do with it. He had assumed that they would
between them have been willing to be present at the house four days a week
in return for being relieved of the drudgery of doing the chores they were
now faced with. Instead, Pauly had called him a lazy bastard to his
face. "You know yourself Mark, some guys, especially jocks like us, are not
cut out for doin shit like that, especially if there are other pussies
willing to do the dirty work on our behalf. That's what I find so fucking
annoying."
"Hold on dude." replied Mark. "Let's have some perspective on this huh?"
Andy wasn't quite sure what Mark was getting at but, if it meant that there
might be a way out of his predicament, he was all ears.
Mark continued: "Have a look around dude. This place is way bigger than
your bedroom and Chris was able to take care of it to my satisfaction on
two afternoons a week. I see no reason why he can't look after all your
shit on only one afternoon a week, including the cleaning of the bathroom
and the shithouse. You have Friday afternoons free so why not tell him you
expect him to report to you then. Just tell him, dude, no ifs and buts."
Mark went on: "Andy, you ain't got a problem on your hands, you have a
solution." He laughed: "And I don't mean that kinda solution."
"Let me explain sumthin to you amigo. A little cumslut like Chris should
have one Master only. If you had Pauly, let alone George, stickin his
finger in the pie, it would only confuse the fag. They crave control, and
it is best when that control is exercised by one dominant dude. The fact is
that that desire to serve is programmed into their psyche and, once
released, has to be nurtured, defined and exploited by one Master. You are
in the fortunate position of dealing with a dude who has already been fully
trained. What's more he has this thing about younger guys. Most young
dudes, no offence, don't know this shit and miss out completely. A
submissive fag like Chris ain't gonna approach some soph he has the hots
for and say "Andy I wanna serve you." It don't work that way. I give you
credit for one thing dude, you recognized this dynamic and the fact that
you had the desire to dominate or, to put it crudely, take advantage of
Chris. And why the hell not? Those submissive pussies are there for one
reason only and that is to serve."
Jesus, Andy thought, Mark should have his own speaking circuit, like that
Clinton dude. He hadn't clearly understood everything Mark had said but he
had understood sufficient to make him realise his problem was solvable.
"So what are you telling me I should do?" he asked Mark.
"That, my friend, is your decision. Every Master has his own method of
operation; I have mine and you will discover what works best for you. You
may decide that he is just a submissive little fag to be taken advantage
of, or you may decide to use him as a fully-fledged servant, or maybe even
turn him into your slave. You must decide what you want but be careful not
to overplay your hand. But maybe, as you told me once before, your boyish
charm will carry the day." Mark laughed and gave Andy a playful punch on
the upper arm.
"Jesus, Mark, thanks a million for your advice. I owe you one."
"I know Andy. I know."
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After Chris left the skatepark the afternoon he had run into Tom, the
younger boy could no longer concentrate on skating and told his buds he had
to get back home. He had thought that he would have difficulty in hooking
up with Chris again but it had turned out to be so easy. It would not even
be necessary to enlist Pauly's aid. Like all fourteen-year-olds he was
awkward with inter-personal relationships when it came to sex, but Chris
had made it crystal clear that he liked him and the whole thing had gone
off without a hitch. Jesus, they had even exchanged cellphone numbers like
they did in the movies. Pauly had told him a little about Chris and the
fact that he got off on blowing young dudes like himself. That was just
great because the chicks he knew of his own age definitely were not into
sucking cock. He had persuaded Patsy one night at a party, after the guys
had slipped something into her drink, to accompany him to one of his
friends' cars and to eventually take his dick into her mouth. When,
however, he had asked her softly whether he could cum in her mouth, all he
had got for his trouble was a slap in the face. She hadn't spoken with him
since then. What the fuck was she expecting? Some kissing and tit action?
The other major plus with a fag, according to Pauly, was that they expected
no reciprocation. Their reward was a load of cum in the mouth. Well, Chris
was welcome to that but Tom decided he sure as hell wasn't gonna give no
return blowjob to a fag!
Tom was keen to call Chris the following day but was reluctant to in case
Chris had had a change of mind. In the end he thought Fuck it! and dialled
Chris's number. He told Chris who was calling and waited with baited breath
for a response. "Hey Tom! How you doin dude?" Chris asked.
"Pretty cool Chris. How about you?"
"I'm great but was wonderin whether you would actually call. I was kinda
forward yesterday; thought you might take offence. And I know you young
guys gotta lot goin on."
"Hell no man. We always got time for some hanky panky."
Chris laughed and said: "That's ultra cool man. What you got in mind?"
"Well, you got the wheels but I was wondering if we could get together
maybe Saturday evening?"
"Sounds great Tom." They made arrangements to meet at a certain corner at
8pm.
"Lookin forward to it Chris. See ya then." Tom said and rang off.
Having made the arrangement with Chris, Tom began to feel a little
antsy. He hoped to hell he wouldn't fuck things up. Maybe he should ask
Pauly to join them? He was pretty sure that Chris wouldn't mind if he did.
He called Pauly and, after the usual bullshit, told him what was going
down.
"You sneaky little bastard!" was Pauly's response. "And you didn't think to
ask your bud to join you!"
"Of course I did dude. Why do you think I'm callin you?"
Pauly smiled to himself; he figured that Tom was getting cold feet and was
wanting some backup.
"So, are you askin me to join the party?" Pauly asked.
"Jesus, dude, YEAH I am."
Pauly thought he would tease him a little more. "Well, I'm always kinda
booked up on Saturday nights but, with a blowjob in the offing, maybe I
could rearrange my schedule. Lemme have a look. Yeah, OK, I'm pretty sure I
can make it."
Tom knew he was being bullshitted but nevertheless was pleased to hear that
Pauly would be there. He informed Pauly of the time and place and said "Cya
then bud. Why not save up your loads until then like I'm gonna? Chris
deserves to have a good time."
"I'll think about it dude." replied Pauly and rang off.
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Chris picked Andy up outside his house the day after Andy had spoken with
Mark. When they had parked in the lot at the school and were about to part
company, Andy informed Chris: "I'll be needing a ride home after school
dude. OK? Thought maybe we could have a chat, maybe a beer, at my house."
Chris was curious but agreed to the arrangement without asking what the
deal was.
When they arrived at Andy's house, he invited Chris to take a seat and,
having cleared a load of clothes off the easy chair, Chris did so. Andy
went next door and asked George to see if he could filch a coupla beers
from the old man's stash. George soon returned with the beers and greeted
Chris with a big smile. "What's up George?" enquired Chris, and George
replied "Awww, nuthin man. You know how it is."
Andy laughed when George had gone back to his room and said: "That's gonna
be a real little trouble-maker that one."
Andy found himself a place to sit on the unmade bed and then told Chris
about the upcoming disruption in their lives due to his old girl having to
take up a job. "I've told Pauly and George they gotta make their own
arrangements but, as you know, I'm tied up with stuff after school every
day except Fridays, so it's gonna be awkward for me to attend to additional
chores. What I had in mind was that you could perhaps lend me a hand on
Fridays. I'm a proper slob as you can see and I really, really need you
your expert assistance. You could bring me home on Friday afternoons and
then get stuck in to cleaning up my room. Ain't no big deal I reckon, just
sorting out and hanging up my clothes and stuff, separatin the dirty
laundry, and doin some dusting, that kinda thing. Probly my bed will need
making up too, as you can see." Andy laughed. "So, how about it Chris? You
up for it?"
Chris didn't sound too keen and intimated that Friday afternoon was the
time he allotted to going down to the town library.
Andy looked a little pissed and replied: "Well, dude, I'm really surprised
that you are reluctant to help. You know that I wouldn't ask unless it was
really important. And going to the fucking library don't sound like no good
reason to me."
Chris was well aware that Andy could turn nasty if thwarted in his plans
and he didn't need to be reminded that Andy had those compromising pictures
of him. He couldn't decide whether Andy would really out him at school but
it was a chance he would prefer not to take in his final year.
Chris therefore said: "Well, dude, it looks to me like you need all the
help you can get. Maybe I can get down to the library on Friday
evenings. But I gotta warn you I ain't the best when it comes to
housekeeping."
Andy smiled and replied: "I knew I could depend on you dude. And, judging
from what Mark has told me, I'm sure you will do just fine. And maybe you
might consider it a bonus in having to handle my jocks and dirty underwear,
huh?" Andy winked and laughed suggestively.
Chris asked: "When you planning on this happening dude?"
Andy replied: "Let's get under way next week Chris. Like I told you Pauly
and George are gonna have to look after themselves, although it would be
really handy if you would take care of cleaning and scrubbing the bathroom
and toilet as well. Those little slobs make such a fucking mess in there."
He then added "They piss everywhere and never clean up." figuring that
Chris might regard that as an incentive.
When driving home Chris thought about the situation and realized that these
new chores would impact on his life considerably but didn't really see that
he had any option but to agree. The thought of serving Andy though had its
compensations as the aggressive young dude really turned him on. He
consoled himself with the thought that at least he wouldn't have to cope
with Pauly and George as well.
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On Saturday night Chris pulled up at the arranged meeting point and was
surprised to find that both Tom and Pauly were waiting for him. They piled
into the car offering high fives and, after a quick discussion, it was
decided that they would park at some quiet spot and drink the beers Chris
had brought along. Pauly also had managed to bum a joint off Andy and they
looked forward to sharing that.
"Go to that spot near the river dude." Pauly instructed Chris. "It's always
quiet down there and the cops know that kids make out there and don't
hassle no one."
Once parked they popped a few beers and Pauly lit the joint which they
passed from one to the other. It was soon clear that Pauly and Tom were
getting high. Pauly instructed Tom, who was sitting in the front, to let
the backrest of his seat down. "It allows easy access to your dick dude."
he laughed. Chris leant over to the passenger side and slowly began to rub
Tom's crotch through his jeans. He could feel immediately that Tom was
semi-erect and unbuttoned and unzipped him. He slipped his hand into his
white briefs and told him to lift his ass and pushed his jeans down around
his ankles. He soon had his hand around Tom's hot dick and slipped his
briefs under his balls so as to gain proper access to his by now stiff
cock. Pauly opined: "This is sure better than doin it in the toilets at the
sports field, huh Tom?" Tom was too engrossed in what Chris was doing to
bother to answer.
Chris had taken Tom's dick into his mouth and was busy running his tongue
around and around the head and licking off the copious precum. He stuck his
tongue into Tom's piss slit and could clearly taste dried cum and piss.
Tom was moaning with pleasure and soon grabbed Chris's head and pushed it
all the way down to the base of his cock. Pauly instructed him: "Dude, when
you are about to come let him up so he can take just the head in his
mouth. That way he can take your entire load in his mouth. You wanna see it
on his tongue dontcha?" Tom started to buck lifting his ass up and down as
he blew a copious load into Chris's willing mouth. Tom, who had been silent
up to now, said to Chris: "Swallow my cum bitch." Chris slowly licked his
dick clean as it softened and when Tom had had a minute or two to relax, he
and Pauly traded places.
Pauly had no need to be instructed and soon had Chris sucking his cock in
precisely the way he liked it. He took no more than five minutes to blow
his load and instructed Chris to show it to him on his tongue. That done he
told Chris he could swallow it down.
Pauly pulled up his jeans and announced that he had to take a piss. "Come
on Chris, you get the honor of holding my dick as I piss." The two of them
exited the car and Chris stood behind Pauly holding his dick as he let
go. When he had finished Chris replaced his dick in his jeans and inserted
his own finger in his mouth licking off a few drops that had deposited
themselves there. Tom was looking on in fascination and when the other two
piled back into the car, he announced that that was the hottest thing he
had ever seen. Pauly just laughed and said: "You ain't seen nuthin yet
dude."
Both Pauly and Tom were sitting in the rear on the way back home and Chris
heard them whispering to each other. When he dropped them off, Pauly told
him not to make any arrangements for the following Saturday night, as he
and Tom intended to party with him once more.
To be continued.....
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